The moment the door opened, Bai Lingling was still sitting there with Little Black in her arms, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his ear while her face still carried the leftover grievance of a person who had spent the whole morning accusing a shameless demon lord of ruining her innocence and then accusing the heavens of creating his face in the first place.
So when she suddenly saw a whole group of people standing outside her room, she instantly froze and stared at them as if they had collectively lost their minds during the night and then come together to display the results in front of her.
Uncle Shen stood in front with his hands folded properly, but his old face was so solemn that it almost looked suspicious.
Lin Xiaoyu stood beside him holding a tray, and behind them were several guards who all had strange expressions on their faces too, the kind of expressions people had when they were trying very hard not to grin too early and ruin a surprise.
